Nose To The Dark Night (poetry)

Dark night this night of Mayaloo
Your pointed face and I to you
Watchful dark your eyes to nose
A drift and lap the wind doth blow
One eye I caught, the sound oh gulls,
Peering night round Cape that … Continue reading

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Sing For The Living (poetry)

Above willow tree and woodland gorge, sloped down hilled wing
Night stirs passing heart bereft and my chant cannot sing
Be there duress by moonlit night, hearts loss and all lost things
A war comes up from sundown, no nature … Continue reading

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